This Indigested Vomit Of The Sea,fell To

Among The Blind The One-eyed Blinkard Reigns

Thus, Though We Cannot Make Our Sun Stand Still, Yet We Will Make Him Run

Had We But World Enough, And Time, This Coyness Lady Were No Crime. We Would Sit Down, And Think Which Way To Walk, And Pass Our Long Love's Day. Thou By The Indian Ganges'side Shouldst Rubies Find: I By The Tide Of Humber Would Complain. I Would Love You Ten Years Before The Flood.

My Vegetable Love Should Grow Vaster Than Empires, And More Slow.

Music, The Mosaic Of The Air.